{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"b1ba23ca-2c14-4f83-81b3-dc199bceec63","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-06-15T08:27:14.038Z","title":"Bitchin'","slug":"bitchin","shortId":"JgO2iHU3","authorNote":"People often ask for a continuation of 'Ponygirl Copper'. I'm grateful for the positive feedback on that story, but I am not planning to write a sequel. So this is what you get: The story of Hannahs eventual fate. Enjoy!","disclaimer":"Just like all my stories, this one too is quite dark. But at least Hannah is the kind of girl who deserves what's happening to her.","type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A dominant girl has to accept life as a rubberized bondage pet in a bitchsuit. A sort of sequel to 'Ponygirl Copper', this story explains the ultimate fate of Coppers tormentor Hannah.","partCount":11,"parts":[{"partId":"4ddbb11b-eced-4248-8c6b-9205f969fef3","title":null,"summary":"I Hannah Gehringer was the \nfirst person in my life - and, until today, possibly the *only* person \n","wordCount":2541,"readTime":13,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"e2bb30f8-a5f9-41f6-beb1-f2db695fcfa0","title":null,"summary":"II There was a small parking lot at the side of\n the road, about three miles from the students' home","wordCount":1327,"readTime":7,"number":2,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"4392565b-d191-43b6-a21c-62fb64479679","title":"Chapter 3","summary":"You should try to enjoy what you do to her. She deserves what she is getting.This was the piece of a","wordCount":1277,"readTime":6,"number":3,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"e67ac65e-5b63-40cc-95a2-64e88852cd06","title":"Chapter 4","summary":"After Hannah was tightly \npacked and my trunk locked again, I got back in the car and pulled my \npho","wordCount":2228,"readTime":11,"number":4,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"b7c9cd86-717c-4d06-9c5a-d6010a7ef778","title":"Chapter 5","summary":"I turned the heating in the house on, put fresh blankets on the bed in my old room and dropped onto ","wordCount":1784,"readTime":9,"number":5,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"607348dc-0054-40c2-be56-78bc4105683d","title":"Chapter 6","summary":"After the conversation I went upstairs and showered. After that, with my hair still wet, I went to t","wordCount":3180,"readTime":16,"number":6,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"dc1de8e3-ddbf-4776-ae90-013fa9be283b","title":"Chapter 7","summary":"I had talked with Pete about what I was supposed to do and how it was supposed to work. \"I can't giv","wordCount":1866,"readTime":9,"number":7,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"78e2d487-703b-4971-85cf-da433c9e1e5b","title":"-Hannahs viewpoint-","summary":"I will not end like this! This stuff is tight, but if I work hard enough I will get out of this, you","wordCount":1208,"readTime":6,"number":8,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"926a3e38-b31b-44db-b04a-2c5bbcc709fd","title":"Chapter 9","summary":"In the morning after my conversation with Peter, when I unlocked her cell in the basement, she did w","wordCount":1904,"readTime":10,"number":9,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"80e6c40c-efd8-44ad-bc55-9381da775cb5","title":null,"summary":"\"We'll have to get you a new name\", I told the bitch. It was noon on the following day and we had tr","wordCount":1264,"readTime":6,"number":10,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"101fb7ad-d817-4e0d-a5b1-e908724b5565","title":null,"summary":"\"Run Bailey. Good girl. Now come on, second part of the course. Good. Keep going. That's a good girl","wordCount":1972,"readTime":10,"number":11,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"I

Hannah Gehringer was the \nfirst person in my life - and, until today, possibly the *only* person \nin my life - whom I hated so much that I wanted her dead. After what she\n had done to Thomas, after it sank in that she had destroyed his life, I\n saw her face in every dream I had. I became obsessed. I couldn't stop \nmyself from thinking about her, from staring at her on college campus \nwhenever she passed me, from parking my old, shabby VW Polo in front of \nher student's home at nights. I would sit in the shadows, watch her \nwindow and try to collect enough courage to climb out of my car and \nknock at her door and, when she eventually opened, beat her up. \n\n\t\t\n\t\t

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I could have done that, you know? I'm a woman too, \nbut you can bet your ass that I could have kicked the shit out of Hannah\n Gehringer. I'm neither helpless nor frail.

I was exhausted at \nthat time, because I worked in three different bars. I still needed to \nearn money to pay my rent and pay for college. College was important to \nme, because my family consists of losers of all sorts, and I wanted to \nbreak that circle of fuckuppery. I didn't want to be a loser for the \nrest of my life. I wanted to achieve something.

Which is exactly \nwhy I never climbed out of that car: Hannah Gehringer was the antithesis\n of what I was: She came from a rich, influential family. She was set to\n be successful and live a meaningful life. She was a blonde, very \npretty, small girl with a winning smile and large blue eyes and tiny \nwhite teeth. She was member of an influential fraternity. Everybody \nloved her and she was untouchable for someone like me.

Messing \nwith her would mean that I deliberately would fuck up big time. If I \nhurt her, if I only did as much as to *attract her attention* and make \nher my enemy, she would be able to get me into all sorts of trouble. \nThere was no way that a girl like me could win against a girl like her. \nAnd so, trying to do the wise thing, I never approached her in those \nmonths.

But there are mirrors in bars, and when you work in \nthree(!) bars you see yourself in these fucking mirrors all the time. \nHere is what I saw: There was this alt girl in the mirrors, tall and in \npretty good shape, with strong arms and a nice grin, her short hair dyed\n blue, her nose and lips and ears pierced and tattoos on her forearms \nand the sides of her neck. She looked like a tough girl, one you didn't \nwant to mess with. But I knew that her looks were just a diversion from \nwhat this alt girl really was: A fucking coward who wouldn't even stand \nup for the boy who had been her best friend.

And that's why, one \nevening, I was in my car again, and the car was parked in front of \nGehringers' students home again, and I was kind of drunk again, and the \nanger was boiling in my stomach again.

Usually I would just sit \nthere while hours passed, and finally I would start the engine and drive\n home and hate myself for being such a douche. But this time, around 3 \na.m. on a weekday, I saw a lonely figure climbing out of a cab, paying \nthe driver and, as the cab drove away, turning towards the house.

It\n was Hannah Gehringer. She wore a black designer dress and held in her \nhand a black purse of the kind that looked minimalistic and still would \nbe worth at least two of my monthly wages. How much would the \ndiamond-encrusted ring on her hand be worth? I didn't have a fucking \nidea.

Gehringers had her hair tied into a simple ponytail and \nstill looked fucking great. She walked in her high heels as if she'd \nbeen born in them. She looked so confident, so beautiful and so pleased \nwith her life that I had a pretty hard time keeping myself from jumping \nout of the car and screaming at her.

But as it turned out that \nwouldn't even be necessary: She had just passed my car, which was parked\n on the other side of the street, when she suddenly stopped. She turned \nher head and looked right at me. Her eyes narrowed and she began walking\n towards my Volkswagen.

The fact that after all this time *she* \ncame towards me was so absurd and so shocking that for a moment I felt \nthe impulse to start the engine and get the fuck away from her. But I \nmanaged to fight that impulse down and I got out of the car as Hannah \nGehringer approached me. I stood there and was absurdly insecure about \nwhat I was supposed to do now, when she put her small hands to her waist\n and cocked her head a bit to the side, mustering me.

\"You know, I'm not fucking blind. Why are you stalking me, punk?\"

I\n didn't know what to say. This was the first time that she spoke \ndirectly to me and I was just surprised about how sharp her voice \nsounded and how intensely she looked at me. I had imagined our \nconfrontation pretty different.

\"I'm Jennifer\", I said insecurely.

\"I\n don't give a shit about your name, punk girl\", she immediately replied.\n \"I just want to know what's going on here. Are you a fucking lesbian?\"

I did the worst possible thing: Instead of saying anything I just shook my head, totally intimidated.

\"Well,\n what do you want from me then? I know you from campus, and every time \nwe pass each other you stare at me like a fucking weirdo. And I have \nseen your car - or what you *call* a car - too often in this street. You\n come here at nights and I can see your shadow on the drivers' seat, and\n you look up at my window for hours. So what the fuck is wrong with \nyou?\"

\"I'm friends with Thomas\", I said weakly. \"That's why...\" \nMy voice trailed away. I had thought that I was tough and now had to \nrealize that all it needed was a girl two heads smaller than me, with \nthat kind of attitude, and I couldn't do shit.

But now Hannah was confused. \"You are friends with Thomas? So what? Who is Thomas?\"

The\n shock finally managed to get my out of my trance. \"What do you mean, \n'Who is Thomas'? Thomas was the boy you dated. *Thomas is the guy who \nnearly killed himself because of you!*\"

Gehringer blinked, still \nneeding a moment to understand what I was talking about. Then, after two\n or three seconds, she began to smile. It wasn't a pretty smile too... \nit was a bit weird, much too amused and somehow cold, and definitely not\n what you would expect to see on such a pretty girls face. Her mouth \nsmiled, but her eyes did not.

\"Oh, you mean *Ratboy*. I remember him, of course. Hey, that was months ago.\"

\"His\n name isn't Ratboy. He's a punk, not a rat. And his name is Thomas, and \nyou broke his fucking heart. Do you know that he overdosed because of \nyou?\"

I so hoped she would say no, that she had not known that, \nand that she would apologize and be heartbroken. I felt sick and I had \njust realized how stupid my obsession with her had been. Had she told me\n she had not known about his condition then I might just have gone home.

But\n instead Hannah Gehringer laughed. Like her smile, the laugh was not at \nall pretty. It was a sickening sound, amused for all the wrong reasons, \nand soaked with poison. I began to ask myself if this was a sane woman.

\"I\n know that he overdosed, but what the hell do I care? He was a joke to \nme, just someone to shock a friend with. Do you know why I said yes when\n Ratboy asked me out? I had to attend the birthday party of a girl I \nhate. Going there with Ratboy was like bringing an ugly dog to shit on \nthe carpet, to make a special kind of statement.\" She shrugged. \"You \nknow, he was funny for an evening. I told him that later, and I thought \nhe'd be cool about it.\" She cocked her head a bit to the side, mustering\n me very interested. She wanted to see my reaction, it was obvious. \"And\n your friend Ratboy started crying and told me he was into me. *Into* \nme!\" She laughed again. The sound made me feel very cold. \"I just hate \nit when men cry. Don't you too?\"

\"Thomas was my friend, you damn \nbitch! He had problems, but he was one of the best guys I've ever \nknown.\" I didn't know what else to say. My hands had turned to fists \nwithout me noticing it. \"He was my friend, and he overdosed because you \nbroke his fucking heart, and he's in a coma and you don't give a shit?\"

\"Oh\", she simply said. \"I assumed he had died in the meantime. Well, I guess Darwinism doesn't always hold up to its promises.\"

There had been one last mental thread holding me back from attacking her. Now it snapped.

A\n curtain came down in front of my eyes and now I saw everything in \nshades of red. I grabbed the bitch by her shoulder without thinking, and\n I raised a fist to fundamentally rearrange that pretty, sneering visage\n of hers. I didn't plan to kill her, but I was furious and filled with \nrage. It's very possible that I would have accidentally ended her life \nhad I gotten the chance.

But something curious happened: As I \ngrabbed her shoulder she moved so surprisingly fast, especially for a \nhigh society girl who could not have a lot of fighting experience (or \ncould she...?). She whirled around, evaded my fist and kicked me so hard\n against the body that I stumbled two steps backwards and felt a sharp \nstinging pain in my ribcage. Hadn't I been energized by anger, I might \nhave collapsed.

Instead I flung myself towards her again, smashed\n into her and grabbed her for good this time. Since I was larger than \nHannah I was able to push her backwards. She wasn't smiling anymore by \nnow, but she was definitely less scared than I would have expected. And \nthat was *unsettling*. While we wrestled she planted two, three very \nfast punches with her little fists against my ribcage and each of those \nfelt as if was wearing leaden gloves. I buried a fist deep in her \nstomach and she made a wheezing noise as the air was forced out of her \nlungs. But she did not yet give up: her hand disappeared in the small \nblack purse that was still dangling from her shoulder, and when it \nreappeared she was holding a small, black device with a bright blue, \nflickering flame at its tip.

Had I not blocked her in the last second, she would have thrust the taser right into my face.

The\n crazy bitch was baring her teeth like a dangerous animal. She tried to \nhit me with the taser again, and just barely I managed to grab her \nwrist, bend it to the side and protect myself from her attack. We \nstruggled with each other.

\"Why so angry?\", she asked me with a \nhissing voice that finally persuaded me: This woman was a psychopath. \nThe pretty mask she showed hid nothing else than insanity and cruelty. \n\"Is it because you wanted him to date you and fuck you and have little \nratkids with you? Aaaww did I spoil your...\"

I lifted her up, \nmore hateful than I had ever been in my life, and threw her. I threw her\n against the side of my Volkswagen, and she smashed against the car with\n her head and her back and then fell to the ground.

For a moment I thought I had killed her. The night around me was very silent, and very dark. I wished it would swallow me.

But\n then she started moving again. She moaned and sat up on the asphalt. \nHer hair was like a yellow curtain in front of her face. I couldn't see \nher eyes, but I could see the pearly shimmer of her small teeth as she \ngrinned. With one she touched the back of her head, and when she looked \nat her fingers I could see that there was some blood sticking to the \ntips.

\"Game over\", she said amused. \"You just tried to kill me, \nand you'll go to prison for this. You are even going to pay for all my \nmedical bills. And I will have a lot of medical bills.\" She giggled, in \nthe same sickening way as before. \"Game over\", she repeated. \"I'm going \nto destroy your fucking life, slut.\"

The taser was laying half \nway between us on the ground. I took it with a hand that felt ice cold. I\n could not think straight, but it also wasn't a panic reaction. At that \nday I had no idea what the fuck it was that drove me to switch the taser\n back on.

Hannah Gehringer looked up and saw it in my hand, and \nshe was just slightly confused. She furrowed her brow and opened her \nmouth to ask something, and right in that moment I pushed her back \nagainst the car, rammed the taser against her body and unloaded it into \nher.

She twitched and shuddered, I could hear her teeth gnashing \nas the electricity shot through her muscles and cramped them. Her eyes \nrolled around in their sockets, her hands grabbed for my face, but she \ndidn't have them under much control and so I could just turn my head a \nbit to the side and evade them. I switched the taser off and she slumped\n against me, but still tried to move. She was wheezing and moaning under\n her breath... I could hear her whispering what a bitch I was. \n\"You're... sso... ffucking... dead...\", she mumbled.

So I \nunloaded the taser into her again, sending her into the same frantic \ntwitching as before. This time, when I deactivated it after a few \nseconds, she couldn't move anymore. Her eyes had rolled backwards, her \nbody was limp. She was still breathing though.

\nI looked around, lost in utter disbelief about what I\n had done. It was like a small miracle, but the street was still \ndeserted and there also didn't seem to be any spectators in the windows \nof the students' home.

I had to get out of there. I didn't know \nwhat to do next, but I did know very well that I had to get the fuck \naway from that house and off that street. And I could not leave Hannah \nhere.

So I opened the trunk and put her inside, and then I got \ninto the car and started the engine with shaking hands, and I drove off \nas fast as I could, with my thoughts racing.

I had fucked up my whole life and it seemed that the only question left would be: In what way did I want to go down?","authorName":"Dirk","authorUserId":"33fbc3f7-b89e-4d2a-b561-078715245bd0","rating":5,"ratingCount":13,"reviewCount":7,"quoteCount":0,"storyCodes":["Extreme","Heavy","College","1st Time","Bondage","Humiliation","Latex","Mind Control","Modification","Pain","Rubber","Submission","Non-Consensual"],"language":"English","readTime":103,"recommendations":[]}}},"actionData":null,"errors":null}